Feral Fantasy
A little kiss on my shoulder turned into a playful bite then went feral till I moaned in agony. He was perfectly silent with his feeding frenzy. His eyes looked straight forward over my shoulder but I could tell he was watching me with his peripheral vision. He seemed to be waiting for the pitch of my moan to turn to a quieted scream. He knew that I would quiet my scream so that the pain would continue and so that he would not turn away from feeding before my need was filled.
The pitch of my moan slowly got higher. It turned into a scream no longer quieted. He lifted his head to look into my eyes. His eyes seemed a bit glazed perhaps confused but definitely aware of the pain he had caused me. Perhaps his glazed look was simply bloodlust of the Hunter.
Four, five, six passionate kisses I felt deep down at the root of my essence. Then he bit, capturing my upper lip. I froze knowing that any resistance could cause him to clamp harder until my lip was badly bruised. So I froze. I waited. I felt his I felt his jaw clamp down tighter and felt the break of skin. I tasted my own blood. This was a first. He had always stopped prior to drawing blood. He tasted it, licked it once, then let go and turned away. He had entered my blood circle.
The pitch of my moan slowly got higher. It turned into a scream no longer quieted. He lifted his head to look into my eyes. His eyes seemed a bit glazed perhaps confused but definitely aware of the pain he had caused me. Perhaps his glazed look was simply bloodlust of the Hunter.
Four, five, six passionate kisses I felt deep down at the root of my essence. Then he bit, capturing my upper lip. I froze knowing that any resistance could cause him to clamp harder until my lip was badly bruised. So I froze. I waited. I felt his I felt his jaw clamp down tighter and felt the break of skin. I tasted my own blood. This was a first. He had always stopped prior to drawing blood. He tasted it, licked it once, then let go and turned away. He had entered my blood circle.